Limit!

It takes so little, so precious little, for someone to cross a limit beyond which everything loses all meaning.

Elsewhere!

I feign interest in what hardly matters to me, I force to engage myself mechanically with people or out of charity, without ever being present, without ever being there. What attracts me is elsewhere, & i don’t know where exactly that elsewhere is.

Vanity of life!

The vanity of life when everything comes to naught.. Where is the soul, the spirit, the essence, amidst the remnants of who you thought you were, who I thought I was.